Welcome To Ranajay On The Road
How often do you see someone post a travel photo on Instagram and wish that it was you sitting on that beach, sipping a margarita? How often do you feel trapped by your day to day life and wonder if there’s anything more? How many times have you scribbled down on a notepad (or the Notes app), your next big idea, only to forget it until your pad is full (or your phone is due for an upgrade and you go through your old notes)?
Ok, let me stop right here and tell you that I’m guilty of all of the above.
So let’s start again-
Hello! And welcome to this brand new spankingass website called Ranajay On The Road!
Me trying to channel my inner Joey
Who am I?
My name is Ranajay, and as of 2019, I’m a 33 year old engineer from Singapore and a full time traveler. I left my stable job, that I’ve worked at for 10 years, to travel and embark on a journey of:
- Self discovery
- Traveling to exotic places
- Cooking in exotic places
- Farming in…farms
- Minimalism (living out of a backpack)
- Finding amazing people and stories all around the world
And I would love to share this journey with you!
Since this is my first post, and nobody likes reading any more (god forbid a long article), I will keep this post short. Why did I choose this path? What made me want to leave my comfy, high paying job to travel? Who am I? All of these questions (and more) will be answered in a future post (likely to be titled- What The F*** Happened, Ranajay?). But for now, here are some things I’d like you to do at once!
- Tell me about yourself!
- Tell me about the kind of stories you would like to read on Ranajay On The Road.
- Follow me on Instagram so that you always get to see awesome photos from around the world!
As a final note for my first post, I will leave you with this beautiful poem by C.P. Cavafy, Ithaka–
As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
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